When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.
The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .